when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies